SYSTEM PSALM (to Maria Elizabeth "Lisel" Hallen)
This book is made of paper leaves
That grew on poplar trees –
That stood upon a hill beside
A meadow made by bees –
Who danced a map from hive to bloom –
From blossom back to home –
Where honey gilt the palaces
Of wax and latticed comb –
Next to a cabin made of logs –
Wherein a daughter slept –
Who never walked when she awoke
But danced, entranced, and leapt –
Whose parents both were pioneers –
Survivors of The Fire –
Whose children were the siblings of
My grandfather – grandsire.
(6 January 2011, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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Honoring ancestors through poetry is always a good idea. If we want them to help us with it, we've got to praise them and keep them in remembrance. Poetry about ancestors is a good way to keep the lineage for future generations, like Beowulf, or something. Except, our family histories will not be nearly as violent, hopefully.
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